I can't stand here and act holier than thou
I never claimed to be perfect
In fact, I'm the furthest thing from it
That I know
I wear all of my imperfections
Like a crazy-quilt shawl
Draped over my shoulders
Colors and textures so discordant they harmonize
When my laziness and shyness
Conspire against me
I need someone behind me
Urging me forward
Not someone towering over me
Pushing me down
Pushing me back
Recounting my sins
For they are many
And I am weak
But each day I grow stronger
As I heal myself from within
The gentle nudges forward
Help me move past my past
Understanding and accepting
All of my imperfections.
Sent from my iPhone
Saturday, June 23, 2012
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